I sat upstairs sipping a cup of chai tea. It helps calm me down and let me think. hiding the death, reanimation, then second death of the chief of police won't be easy by any means. Looking out the window at his squad car, I take a gulp of tea, finishing the cup. how in the world would I erase that he was here, or that he left on his way.
The near constant moaning in agony and screaming from the chief isn't helping my train of thought. With a sigh I hear back down to my basement lab. Grabbing a bat I hesitantly stare at the freezer door I've locked him in. As if he knew he began pounding on the door. Crying out in inhuman groans.
Re gripping my bat, I swing the door open. the chief of police clawing at the air where the door had been. Still broken he crawls towards me, bone fragments getting out of his skin. using a broken elbow, with the forearms bone snapped out he uses it to crawl along like a climber with a pick. I nearly vomit.
Holding my breath I swing at him, closing my eyes just before I hear an audible thud. I stand there, eyes closed and slowly begin to breath again. Peeking down ya where I struck, the head of the man now scattered about the floor. His body was still twitching, pushing it aside trying not to look at it. I sigh, almost sobbing at what I'm trying to do.
It takes longer then I wanted. Having washed his uniform I take a deep breath. As long as I keep the hat down I should be fine. I walk out, pretending to say goodbye to myself. I fumble around with the keys to the car, dropping them before I'm able to unlock and start it.
When the car jolts to life the radio squeaks on, paging calls and summoning the police chief to the station. Not good. I might have the same build as him, but not the face or voice to pull this off. I turn off the radio. And begin to drive.
I pass the station. No way I can go there. I keep driving. I go for hours. Soon it's night, but I keep the headlights off. I find a small stretch of road with a steep cliff,i get out. And shudder as I open the trunk. The still writhing body grasping for anything.
"Hopefully you'll stop moving.." I say, changing my clothes. Struggling with the writhing mass I finally get his clothes back on him. Put him in the drivers seat, and push him down the hill. I sigh slightly relieved. Now only needing to get back home.
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Artificial life
Science FictionWe all know how it works, you live, you die. It's simple. And to date, death has taken everyone. You can't change it. But. What if you could? Would you?
